Me stomick thinks me froat's bin cut

[caddyman]

I am starving and am eyeing my lunch very closely. I think that I can grit my teeth and hold off diving into my desk drawer for the sarnies and fruit until at least 12.30, but it will be a damned close call.

I’m normally fine in the morning – the bowl of Rice Krispies and endless cups of coffee keep me ticking over nicely, but today…

That’s not thunder you hear, nor are they after shocks from yesterday’s geological wobble. ‘Tis my tum grumbling

Comments

[pauln.livejournal.com]

My lunchtime sarnie got started at 1006...

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

And those nauseating snaffling sounds you hear are me hooking your sarnie and my dinner-manglers demolishing it under your desk. And the splashing sounds you hear are the Nosh Debris splattering the walls.

Thanks, Bwy. -URRRP!-

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Suddenly I'm not as hungry as I was...

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Um, were you going to eat that banana too...?

[ellefurtle.livejournal.com]

You ATE that banana? Do you know how long it's been there!??!

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Was it one of those Assyrian ones you unearthed last year? It was yummy.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

What banana?

Where's my magic marker gone?

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Don't try putting me off with the old magic marker ploy, Bwy. They're too chewy. This ancient and gratifyingly pungent banana was under your desk with the dust bunnies, some important time-sensitive govt documents from 1988, computer cables that don't lead anywhere and a real find: a dozen very old and fluffy M&Ms.